Sacred Poetry from Around the World

All which, because it wasflame and song and granted usjoy, we thought we'd do, be, revisit,turns out to have been what it wasthat once, only; every invitationdid not begin a series, a build-up: the marvelousdid happen in our lives, our stories are not drab with its absence: but don'texpect to return for more. Whatever morethere will be will beunique as those were unique. Try to acknowledge the nextsong in its body -- halo of flames as utterlypresent, as now or never